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July 27, 2009

Some Crafting, Some Reading

I made this felt vessel last week. Wonderful Linda at Raveloe Fibers held a class to teach how to make this. I haven't always had the best luck with wet felting, so I'm pretty happy with my results. I particularly like the mohair curls on the surface. The shape is pleasing to me, too.

I was in the mood to spin last night, so I used some fleece I vaguely remember having dyed at a natural dye get-together from last year. I don't write things down. It could be cocheneal, it could be something else. I'm feeling like I want to do some patterned mittens for winter. One thing that is kind of interesting is how pretty patterns turn out when all natural dyes are used. It is almost impossible to make the colors clash.

It rained on and off all weekend. I wasn't complaining because it gave me a chance to read Someone at a Distance by Dorothy Whipple. It was about a British family living in harmony until a Frenchwoman comes along and spoils everything. This book is one of the Persephone Classics, which is a series I am endeavoring to read. They are re-prints of books by authors which are, according to the publishers "middle-brow, neither too literary nor too commercial. Many of the books are written by female authors considered to be the "surplus women" between WWI and WWII. Denied the possibility of marriage and family, these women began writing as one of the few "respectable" career options open to them. Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day is another popular Persephone title. The website is here .

He's on the roof, even though he's not a fiddler. My husband is repairing the damage sustained last January when a tree limb impaled the roof of my studio. A new roof is going to happen sooner than later, to my great joy.

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Seeing the Husband on the roof immediately gave me that weak-knee'd feeling remembering being up on the 1651 Niag. Ave. roof with Lou when he was trying to court and impress you by putting a new roof on for the folks. I spent a total of 10 minutes up there before I realized that it was a job for better men than me.